This great man that is to be the next president has such a quiet strength. What I am most impressed by Barack is that he vowed to not change, and he has not. One thing in his speech last night that truly struck a cord was "At this defining moment, change has come to America." That was such a strong, powerful, and purposeful statement. Not too many years ago, African-American people were still segregated and suffering in this country. One of the most prolific speakers of our time, Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. once said "Change does not roll in on the wheels of inevitability, but comes through continuous struggle. And so we must straighten our backs and work for our freedom . A man can't ride you unless your back is bent."
Above all , Obama has a positive way of making you feel like not only is this his victory but also America's victory. Never has America seen such support and volunteerism as with this campaign. Obama did not overlook any one group of people. While this election was smeared with harsh words, lies and gossip I was amazed how Obama did not retaliate with the same. Again in the words of Dr. King " The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy." Obama loves his family. Michelle Obama is a true inspiration of a phenomenal woman. Michelle has a presence that demands attention but is approachable. I am so glad that my daughters can see what kind of woman you can be when you put God first, embrace education, and remain true to who you are, as Michelle Obama has.
Last but certainly not least, I know that Barack Obama is not our savior. I know and believe in my heart that this country still needs prayer and guidance from my lord and savior Jesus Christ. I will continue to pray for Barack Obama and the people that make decisions for this great nation that they do things that are moral, good, and for the advancement of all people. In closing I leave you with an exert from the poem Still I rise by Maya Angelou:
Out of the hurts of history's shame, I rise. Up from a past that's rooted in pain, I rise. I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide welling and swelling, I bear in the tide leaving behind nights of terror and fear, I rise. Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear, I rise. Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, I am the dream and the hope of the slave. I rise, I rise, I rise.